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thank you, Jesus
Boy, boy, I see you fake flexing
I ain't even gotta lie
Liquor all in my liver
Weed all in my eyes
Woop
Cops pull up by surprise
She hit

she never fuck with a gun man
Spanish Town weh the killer come from
Mek she tan 'pon the long stallion
She no care, Valiant
Want give me everything

bitch
Terrifyin' these nigga's souls
666, we like that shit, see?
I've got a curse that just gets worse
I hate myself I belong in the dirt
Triple 6 killer

a broken hymnal

On the king's throne
Sits a crown of silver
Worn long ago
By the royal killer
Walls cave in
On the court of liars
Their last vote
Was

Don't try to call my phone, bitch, you gon' get the dial-tone
Came here by myself, and best believe I'ma die alone
Bitch, I'm a one-man army, I'ma ride

In the depths of London's misty nights
A shadow lurks, concealed by moonlight
He's the one they call Jack the Ripper
A phantom, a killer, a gruesome

for pleasure seeking more (face to face again with the killer of your choice) You're given a choice you can win or lose, find the road that you want

nowhere to go

Dust on the plains
Scorched by the sun
No one to help us
We're just killers on the run
The future is wide open
And the past ain't coming back

your gonna get popped with
A big cap like a dunce in the back where the chalk is
Not a killer but I'll stop your motion: Wallace and grommet
Ima flip yo

in-and-outs
I ain't talking cheating when they run up in your missus house
Back then we made a killing, they call us killers now
And now we got the figures,

(What is Beretta 9)

(Vertigo Kane, Vicious gang, Killa army)

(Check!)

Wu mexicano killer beat to the death of me cooking mc's
you be mexican

peace
Money way longer than centipedes
She try come back like she feelin' me
I know it stung like a killer bee when I looked at her crazy
I feel like Dek

the rear
Won't ask if you can hold my gun, I'd rather just leave paper there
I know you wouldn't steal from me
Got killers that would kill for me
You

the ginny boys tweaking
Throw your flags up
Throw mags up
You get dragged up
Like twelve flights of stairs
By the hair
burly boy Grizzly
Who could fuck with

disappears.  I watch a lot of true crime docs. 
 
Whoa, wait, so now I'm giving off serial killer vibes? You asked me out! 
 
Fair. It's just dating can feel so

street
On a drill, he tryna drop my window, doin' drive-by's is weak
Park on the next block over, we two cars deep, hop out, just get on feet
One

nada
sputo il fumo faccia come un drago brucia è lava
Youngsteppa tutto pazzo sono stato dentro, con i killer, con i narcos
ti faccio sentire caldo

I

but getting cold by a beat.
Excuse me.
The beat stopped and this beast keeps tracing fingertips on
Those hips, face, mouth. Kiss it.

It's better

Charged up
Rap Utopian dialect while you niggas all suck
Prime range killer Benz truck
Parked up
Spot me at the back of the bungalow groping double D Cups

niggas ready to kill, don't go outside without that fye
Yeah you seein' all these foot prints cause I'm steppin' bout that nine

Have my killers on your

a pimp?
Oh you really a fool, my rider a killer
She bang with the crew, smoking the opps
Yeah she know what to do, eyes for a nigga that's cooler than cool

You go to McDonald's
To eat a hamburger
The next thing you know
It's time for your murder
The McDonaldland killer
Pops in by surprise
Pumping his

cold you're not who you say you are something surely
worse by far i hope your score made par you set me at
ease, i don't want to hear about your sex in

Hyde

Savatage

Fight for the Rock [German Bonus Tracks]

1986

self

Hyde, Hyde

A good man to evil
From the potion on the table
Sampled by mistake
But now it's far too late
A cause for alarm
He can do you